Pose For Me

Pieces

My eyes snap open to the sounds of explicit music rumbling the ground, Where did it come from all of a sudden? I want to feel fear but I can't, I actually can't feel anything at all; physically and mentally. However I can see, I can see clear as day and I can see that I am not home. I remember this, I remember it well I could never forget it. Magic Mike? Yes that man on the pole up there, dressed like a cowboy with his chin length Golden locs hidden under the brown hat. Brown orbs that stripped every woman's purity away, pink dollars are falling from the ceiling, it was his turn. That lady that sits close to him; red hair in a large bun sides neatly laid, tanned hands decorated with pink coffin acrylics. Yes indeed I remember her, she refused to keep her hands to herself that night, every man that passed by her or even acknowledged her had to get their male organs touched.

Poor guys.

Who would ever suspect how a great day ended in misery, never take anything for granted.

Why am I here? Why am I back on this day? And Where am I in the scene?

Furrowing my brows in thought, a blonde woman than passes right through me, odd sensation. She looked familiar; the outfit and physic. Amber? My eyes followed and indeed I was correct, I almost teared up, look at her, the beauty that filled my heart with hope for years since our upcoming. Amber walks to a booth at the far right, that's right, I remember we had the perfect view we saw everyone and everything, my apparition followed until I saw it.

There I am.

Thanks to the Products I had to special order for my hair my tight jerry curls are noticeable miles away, under the dim blue light that gave a hue of Cinderella essence we all sat, well I sat. Amber came next to me as Maggie and Margaret stood in front of the railing with half filled sparkling champagne glasses, the two cheered on the man with the sun kissed hair that came closer to give us a show.

That fact that both these women are wedded and it seems they both forgot about that is beyond me, A smile slowly crept across my face. Look at us, although I sat in the background uncomfortable and closed off even I couldn't deny how happy I was, there happiness is mine.

Amber practically sat on top of me with the way our chest almost collided when she came over, she seemed extra giddy, maybe it was breaking my barrier and making me come out to a place like this or getting all of us to even agree to a place like this, I see we both smiled at each other as I watched close by, it was easy to be fooled; the smile in our faces and the happiness we radiated all seemed like a normal day but yet an apprehensive feeling kept tingling through me. I didn't think it was possible if apparitions could even feel any physical discomfort, maybe it was all in my head.

Someone was watching me. Not my Ghostly form, no. They were watching me heavily, my physical form. But in a place like this no one is paying attention to anyone, in fact all eyes are on the handsome dancers, how did I not feel that, that day?

Something told me to keep my eyes on. Amber?

I do just that, she seemed ordinary and in fact she wasn't even looking at me at all, but from the way she looked in depth at something across from me tells me that she was looking at someone, all smiles and happiness diminished.

What in the world?

I was looking away, what was I looking at? it seemed to have been consequential, considering my smile was gone as well. Both me and Amber looked away at each other on opposite sides when my heart lurched at something ominous. Discreetly she looked back at me and at Maggie and Margaret before she looked around for any other person skeptically through a half closed gaze.

Amber reached her hand towards my drink and dropped some sort powdery substance into my champagne glass her eyes locked on me as she trepidatiously retreated to her normal position. Like sugar The sparkling of alcohol quickly dissolved the powder making it invisible to the eyes.

Amber than stared at me in a calculated thought until I turned back at her and she than returned her smile.

"Cheers?" She squealed before picking up her glass enthusiastically, I mimicked her movements and smiled back picking up mine she eerily eyes me the entire time as both me and her take a gulp of the champagne.

W-what?

Everything than was an ultimate blur, so much so the flashback fades out whitening my whole vision, last thing I saw was my hand reaching out to myself screaming.

With a gasp I'm sat upright in bed, Beads of sweat fall on my temple. A dream? A nightmare? Whatever is was it wasn't true yet a part of me is skeptical, why couldn't I remember anything? Even hangovers aren't that bad I think?

Don't they usually remember after a while? But I can't remember a thing.

Looking at the bed I was all alone, where is Justin? I don't have a cell phone to call, and the house phone barely picked up any signal. I need to get my life back come morning. Just than I looked around for the clock, the rays of the moonlight shine directly at it on the wall.

5:26 am. I release a breath of sigh, morning is soon coming I'm not even sleepy anymore, I think I've slept enough and besides that nightmare is preventing me, there is no way, I refuse to believe it. After what I've been through my brain will conjure up anything.

Speaking of conjuring up anything, what was that? Maybe it's just my paranoia. Everything I went through only happened recently and I'm now trying to get back into society my eyes seem to be playing tricks on me. On the same wall where I glanced at the clock I could swear I see a figure in the shadows; sitting with large legs parted, all too comfortable. The light of the moon helps by shining the wall outlining the details. Suddenly I don't think I'm alone. My eyes quickly glance at the door, it's just the way I left it nothing budged, that helped me calm down a lot I am losing it yet I still am not satisfied.

I'm jolted up by the sound of birds that screeched playfully outside, when did I fall back asleep? I look at the spot where I saw the shadow lingering and mentally laughed, it was just some old pile of clothing next to some boxes, that helped me feel better a lot but it didn't help the strange feeling that I am still being watched.

'He is watching you'. The man's words come to play but I quickly shook my head, I need to discuss moving away with Justin once he comes home from ... wherever he was.

Slowly rising up it was time to start my life again starting with a new phone and to reunite with my sisters. A part of me is still shaking as I kept my eyes on the clothing and boxes that made a creepy shadow last night, what if someone is in the living room waiting for me?

I'm just a blink of an eye suddenly I am not comfortable in my own home. I'm barricading my door and Paranoid. This isn't me. With time and faith I'll be back to normal all I need is just to be with people who love me.

They are probably worried about me right now, knowing Maggie she probably already contacted the police, I mentally giggled thinking about everyone and how they are probably reacting to my disappearance. They are all going to cry seeing me and I'll be crying too, the thought of it was so exciting I hadn't even noticed I opened the door and dazedly headed towards the bathroom with a smile.

Only you can control your way of thinking.

As I finished dressing up in my white t shirt and black spandex I set my curls free, Im sitting in front of my vanity mirror set that Justin got me working on concealer when I caught a little red flash on the upper right hand corner, not a flash more like a dot. A chill began its course through my veins as That feeling returned. I'm being watched again.

With furrowed brows and a questionable glance I turn slowly making sure my eyes follow the light away from the mirror, it's there, only tinier. Barely noticeable hadn't it been for the close up reflections of mirrors, what in the world is that? I think to myself slowly getting closer. Has it always been there? I didn't notice it last night in the dark.

'He is watching you' a deep snaky voice rings into play. Suddenly a flash of blue eyes invade my mind like an early morning fog. It's almost as if I'm looking into his eyes, my legs go wobbly and my p***y is ... wet? I feel the juices that softly release each time my p***y clenched, My n*****s poke out painfully with my mouth watering to the thought. Even when I can't see him my body just reacts, the hunger between my legs becomes a dull ache practically itching the spot that needs attention the most, it's like I can see him now sneaking up behind me tearing these nuisance of clothing that hid my waiting starved body.

It couldn't be ... could it?

My bones almost jumped out of my skin when The house phone rings as the Uber driver obnoxiously blasted his car horn from outside alerting me of his arrival, shaking my head away from the red light it was time to go. Once more for the 18th time I try to dial Maggie and Margaret's phone number. One changed and the other disconnected, ambers doesn't even ring. Odd, but the lady promised me they were free, grabbing the emergency cash I had hidden and the spare key I nearly tumble outside expeditiously.

It was like seeing the world in a new light all over again, even trees made me emotional. I don't know how much time has passed since I've been kidnapped and I couldn't ask the gentleman due to the language barrier all I could do was sit impatiently as my heart hammered in excitement the closer to the destination we got.

Strange, Maggie's parking lot is deserted.

"Please wait for me" when he didn't understand me I held up one finger with a look of confusion and he shut the engine. Where is Maggie? Where is her cars? Where is her well everything. I could hear the hollow knocks from the outside as I listened through the door, stepping away from the door slowly I began looking for any neighbors, luckily I spotted an older woman who was going to her mailbox with a mini old dog with white fuzz, both look like they could turn to sand by the way wind picked up

Slightly.

Trudging towards her she turned to me as I call out "Excuse me"

She than turned to me and I stopped in my tracks, White hair, like a crumbled drawing on paper her feeble body shows off the lines of her wrinkles with little flabby skin. Only purity in her body was the blue eyes that never seemed to fade, almost the replica of the last old woman I saw that day. That awful day comes back to mind at hearing her cries and the red that painted his hands that day.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" Came her sweet little hoarse voice. I just stared at her with my arms protectively to myself fighting for the tears to not drop, she suddenly touched me gentle soft hand with ice cold palms bringing me back to my reality. Oh that's right, "I'm sorry I was just uh" it was hard looking at her or staying focus, clearing my throat and blinking out I turned and pointed towards Maggie's house.

"Did she move out"?

The woman looked at the house I noticed a hint of shock that came and went. "Oh love, I do. I remember going out to walk my dog when The young lady came home in a panic crying".

Crying? Panic?

Worry now surfaces as my eyes widened. "Wh- what else happened?" I can hear myself panicking.

The elder woman's hand squeezed tightly "I'm sorry love but when I woke up the next day they were gone, nothing left."

I just couldn't comprehend, what happened?

"Th-thank you". She gives me a sympathetically lopsided smile before slowly turning away.

"W-wait ma'am I'm sorry, one more thing"

"How long ago was that?"

She looks up in thought I watch her eyes look at the house thinking inwardly.

"I believe 3 months ago". Her dog than started wondering away "sorry love, but you have a good day".

My eyes watch her leave but my mind was going at a 300 mph speed, everything around me was blurring out.

3. Months. Ago?

My breathing is heavy but my steps felt heavier as I walked back to the taxi driver, giving him the next directions for the next destination I suddenly felt like I was being watched all over again but my train of thoughts kept me from cowering. I didn't give him a chance to come to a complete stop before hopping out of the car to Margaret's house.

Seeing all her car brought me light as I ran with an urgency, I practically fractured my wrist knocking so hard. No answer.

I knocked a few more times and than I was met with a wind. The door swung open slowly as I sobbed out seeing Margaret; eyes still blue and hair slightly disheveled.

Different she looked, I don't see the light that she normally brings with her.

She looks up at me slowly, as if seeing me for the first time in a long time. And which indeed it has been, our eyes locked and the lights in her eyes finally come out, there was an emotion that I quickly discovered this emotion is definitely wasn't what I was expecting ever coming from Margaret.

Fear.

I'm about to speak until her broken words bring me down from the happy ladder.

"What are you doing here You Monster"?